The night air felt biting cold, but the burning fire in Julian's eyes was far hotter. He looked down at the bleeding mercenary leader with total disgust.

Mark stepped forward, pulling the crying man up by his coat and shoving him straight into the back of a heavy black security van. The iron doors slammed shut with a loud bang, locking the criminal inside.

Evelyn walked over to Julian, her hands gently touching his uninjured arm. She looked up into his sharp, handsome face. Her blue eyes were no longer filled with tearful fear. Instead, they burned with a quiet, powerful rage that matched his own.

"We cannot just sit...